fandomhigh | First Aid - Danger Shop, Friday, Period 5 [Week 1]

Whether the class showed up all at the same time or trickled in one by one, it didn't matter. Once they walked through the Danger Shop doors, the mood changed drastically.

The room looked exactly like the Fandom High gym, only it was littered with cots full of injured people, people attending to them and curtained off areas for surgery. More and more people were being brought in and loaded onto cots. Every so often outside there was a thunderous boom and crash as if there were explosions going off outside. The building would rock from the vibrations and the lights would dim.

Hawkeye, dressed in scrubs, stalked towards them through the chaos.

"Welcome to First Aid. We'll skip the introductions because people are dying. You're lucky - these people aren't real and you won't recognize any faces. But tomorrow they could be, and for all you know, the person you're treating could be your roommate next week or sit next to you in Chemistry class next semester. Pick a patient, find out what's wrong with them, and give them a number: 0 for beyond help and I'd better not find any of you giving anyone a 0 today, 1 for those who need immediate attention, 2 for those who need medical attention as soon as there's an opening that's not an emergency, 3 for minor injuries that can wait. Tell your orderly the number.

Then you move on to the next patient. Then the next one and the next one. The building is going to shake, you won't know what's going on outside, you won't know what's happening to your friends and loved ones. Your job right now is to work out who needs the most help using only what you know." Hawkeye looked around at them, then waved them away. "Go."

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"1, now," Cara snapped at the orderly without even looking at her.

"Calm down," she told the boy. There was nothing soothing or reassuring whatsoever in her voice. This was an order and she expected him to obey. "That will make it easier to breathe."

The orderly waved someone over to move the boy. Meanwhile, the boy responded pretty well to the order and did his best to slow down his breathing so he could control it more. "Says you," he rasped.

"Yes, and I'm scarier than the Keeper," Cara said, watching his chest rise and fall. "So you'll keep doing what I say and not die."

He nodded, not entirely up to arguing, but taking comfort in the reassurance that someone seemed in control. Other orderlies came to take him to the preparation area. The boy kept his eyes on Cara while he tried to focus on his breathing until he wasn't able to see her any more.

Pushing the boy from her mind (he was an illusion, this wasn't real), Cara looked over to the next cot. "What's wrong with you, then?"

"The hell do you care?" the girl asked, cradling her arm in her lap. "They're that desperate for help that they've got you doing the rounds now?"

"Show me your arm," Cara ordered instead of reacting. That kind of attitude usually owed more to fear than pain, but there was no sense being sloppy.

"So you can kiss it and make it better?" the girl sassed. That's right, she sassed. But she held up her arm. "I suppose any medical attention is better than none."

"Well, you can't be hurt too badly if that's all you're thinking of," Cara remarked off-hand, tracing gloved fingertips down over the arm with utmost delicacy. There were no cuts, and she couldn't see or feel a break.

Lightly placing her fingers over a discoloured area, she started slowly but steadily increasing the pressure. "Tell me when it hurts."

"Owwwww." It was more of a whine than a real gasp of pain until it hit a certain point and her breath caught in her throat. "Okay that hurt."

And wasn't she lucky that Cara was someone who could tell the difference without even trying. "Nothing worse than bruising. You could probably just walk it off."

"Three," she tossed over her shoulder to the orderly, as she moved to the next cot. "Possibly even a four."

[That's enough NPCs for her though. Thanks!]

First Aid - Danger Shop, Friday, Period 5 [Week 1]

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